Whew! Home at last. What a day! Appointments, appointments, and more appointments! As I was driving home from the last one for today, through dark wooded mountain roads, I wondered why my left arm was stiff and hurting. Then I remembered the flu shot I had gotten at the doctor's just this morning. It feels like yesterday because of the way this Monday has been so distinctly divided.
I had to see my doctor in Binghamton at ten o'clock this morning. It was a dark, foggy drive with drizzly snow and slick roads. Traffic was heavy and everyone seemed in a hurry. The good news is that I am relatively healthy. That is, for someone who can't see with her right eye or hear with her left ear; whose molars are fracturing and whose hair is falling out. Thank goodness the scabs on my forehead (leftovers from the dermatologist) have finally fallen off. They put me in mind of the chicken pox I had when I was ten. I will be adding a medication to help control my cholesterol since my successful management through diet was short lived. There was the usual conflict over where I should have my mammogram since "they" cannot agree on whether it is considered routine or diagnostic. I wish "they" would get their act together because I'm tired of being told I should be in the "other" place, regardless of which one I happen to be in. But that's not for a couple of months yet so I'm not going bother thinking about it now. I did manage to knit half of a slipper while sitting in the waiting room.
I got back in town just in time to make a pit-stop at home and finish the cold oatmeal and cold coffee that were on the counter where I left them earlier. I noticed I had a phone message so I checked that. It was the eye surgeon's receptionist, Kristin, who sounded frustrated because they have not received the paperwork they need from my medical doctor before my surgery on Thursday. She said if it's already at the hospital, that's fine, but they still need to have a copy. And...if I have a copy, I should bring it with me. If I had any questions, I was to call her. As I listened to the message and my only response was, "Huh?" you bet I had questions! I didn't want one more loose end hanging over my head, so I took time to make the call before I headed out to appointments two and three in Honesdale. Naturally, a recorded voice told me she was either "not at her desk or assisting other callers," so I left a message saying I do have questions and to please call. ...... I'm still waiting. I guess I'll have to attack that obstacle again first thing in the morning.
Off to Honesdale next. Beautiful drive with blue sky, sunshine, and feeling very springlike. I listened to Christmas music on the way and had "deep thoughts." By the time I got to the periodontist, I was so relaxed that I really didn't care what he did to me and I wished I could stay in that comfortable chair and take a nap. (He did say I was welcome to stop in anytime just to relax if I wanted to.) His assistant confided the fact that she was having a bad day but if she hadn't said so, I never would have guessed. I like her. She has spunk. After a short time, I left there with numb gum and headed straight to my dentist's office where, after two tries, my implant was successfully in place. Walla! This has been progressing in stages ever since February. Now I can strike it from the list!
Now, if only I can get things straightened out with Kristin. . .
And there's still that fractured molar I have to contend with. . .
Oh, and that's right. . .there's that surgery on Thursday. . .
I've decided not to think about those things tonight. I'll be like Scarlett O'Hara and say, "After all, tomorrow is another day."
